It was a lot more impressive up close than it was from afar. There was also the added bonus of it protecting the pale Archer from the chilling wind that sweat through the lands of Lore. Rolls of snow had formed along the edge of the lagoon, much to the boy’s annoyance as he had nearly been buried by one of them on his way into the scowle.

He could still hear the wind howling outside the mess of branches but the canopy overhead prevented it from breaking through. A sigh of relief escaped him as he padded through his new home, his silver eyes sweeping through his surroundings as it committed it to memory. It was a lot different than their previous home in Torbine; he was curious as to why mother had chosen to nest so close to the lagoon. And to the willows. A frown cut across his pale features at the thought. He hoped those assholes got what was coming to them for treating Morganna’s spawn so poorly. Acted like they owned the whole damn south. He snorted sharply at the thought, his eyes rolling dramatically. Despite his disdain toward the pack he had not returned close to their borders since the altercation with Odin, his annoying lady-friend and Bojay. He had already ruffled enough feathers and worried that his mother would chew his ears off if he decided to push any more buttons…